The soldiers could not stop Li Hongjun, so they had to turn back and guard Li Hongjun.
As soon as he stepped into Xizhai Gate, there were three corpses on the ground.
The first corpse was lying on the ground. The lower abdomen seemed to be hit by shrapnel from the shrapnel, bloody, and even the leather armor was cut several times. Li Hongjun thought that his right leg was gone. After a closer look, he found out. His right leg was covered by the fallen earth wall;
The second corpse was shot in the waist, and blood holes can be seen on the waist. There are large blood stains on the ground near his body. It is estimated that he did not die completely for a while, and kept rolling on the ground. There are still blood holes on his forehead. A blood hole thick with a pinky finger, the blood has coagulated, it is obviously a wound left by the flintlock gun.
The third corpse, perhaps in the center of the explosion of the flower bomb, was exploded in the leather armor on the chest and abdomen. Inside the leather armor, a blood hole as large as a fist faintly appeared. What was even more terrifying was his calf, and the flesh on the side was cut. A large piece was removed, probably because the leg bones were too strong and blocked the shrapnel, but the muscles on the leg bones, together with the blood, were all scraped off, leaving the dense bones exposed.
Li Hongjun smiled: "It's a bit scary, but after many battles, this division commander can't scare me with such casualties." He also stretched out his riding boots and kicked the third corpse. It turned out that the corpse lying on its back kicked down.
"Master..."
"Go, look forward again." Li Hongjun waved his hand and walked towards the center of the fort first.
I don’t know if it’s a haystack or a grass house. It was obviously destroyed by the flowering bomb. There was also a violent burning. The ground was gray and black. Li Hongjun discovered that there was a corpse with the upper body in the black ashes and burned. It had to be the same as the surrounding environment, a piece of black, but the lower body of the corpse was outside the ink stains, but the leather armor was slightly withered.
The corpse happened to be blocking his way. Li Hongjun could have stepped over it, but he wanted to see what the charred half corpse was like, so he pushed the upper body of the corpse with his toes.
Wherever the toes touched, pieces of soft charcoal fell off the corpse, Li Hongjun frowned, "How can this man's corpse, after burning, look like a tree?"
He put some strength on his toes, ready to turn the corpse over and look at the back of the corpse.
"Bah!"
The body was completely disconnected from the waist and hip.
The upper body was completely carbonized, and there was still some uncoagulated blood in the lower body. The blood slowly flowed onto the black charcoal along the part where the corpse was disconnected.
Li Hongjun was taken aback. On the same corpse, there was a double sky of water and fire.
"Master, let's go back! Let the brothers go and bury the body of Jian slave!"
Li Hongjun is also in the beginning of retreat, but what he said just now was too full, and now he says he doesn’t want to go back. "It’s nothing, as a commander, I have to personally check the battlefield to see how powerful the blooming bombs are, causing them to be a slave. What kind of tragic situation.
They came to a military camp, and perhaps multiple flowering bombs exploded here at the same time, and the corpses were lying on the ground in all directions.
On the edge of the pile of corpses, there was a corpse. A pumpkin-sized cavity was blown out in the lower abdomen. Even the leather armor and bones were gone. Half of the intestines were exposed at the wound. The other half of the large intestine was blown into fragments. Scattered on the surrounding open space, only a few flying marks were seen.
There was also a corpse, from the top of the lower abdomen, was blown into two pieces, except that the wound was uneven, it was like being cut into two pieces by a sword, blood and water mixed with excrement, flowing into a blood pit on the ground...
Li Hongjun felt a sudden heat in his body, like boiling water in his stomach, and began to roll up and down. He pressed his intestines and stomach with his hands.
"Wow… "
A soldier following Li Hongjun finally couldn't control his stomach churning. After vomiting, his body was still churning.
Li Hongjun retreated a bit later, avoiding the filth vomited by the soldier.
"Puff!" He accidentally stepped on a soft object with his right foot, the thing broke, blood splashed in all directions, and the soldier near the left was stained with close-solidified purple-black blood stains on his boots.
Li Hongjun slipped with his right foot, leaned and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the soldiers next to him helped him.
He raised his right foot and looked down, "Huh? Heart?"
A whole heart has been stepped into a big pie by Li Hongjun.
"Wow… "
The "boiled water" in Li Hongjun's body finally found a breakthrough, and a blood sword spurted out of his mouth like a bloody sword and hit the chest of the soldier in front of him.
"Wow...wow..."
More soldiers began to vomit, and the filth almost covered the blood stains on the ground.
A large number of soldiers in the First Division showed signs of vomiting and fatigue. Yuan Chonghuan had no intention of rushing to cross the Sancha River for the time being. He mobilized a large number of personnel to appease these vomiting soldiers.
Although the Ming Army is equipped with specialized doctors, these doctors are trained to be good at surgical dressing, but they will not comfort these soldiers from the heart.
Yuan Chonghuan asked the officers of various units and veterans who had been on the battlefield to tell the soldiers of the First Division that Yuan Chonghuan also went deep into the soldiers.
After two days of tossing, the soldiers' mood improved, but their bodies were all limp. They didn't have any strength at all. They couldn't even hold the flintlocks.
Yuan Chonghuan asked the staff of the military to find a way.
Several staff members worked together and finally decided unanimously: to hold a report meeting to indict the crimes of building slaves, so that the soldiers would arouse hatred of building slaves, thereby alleviating the guilt in their hearts.
Yuan Chonghuan didn't know what effect the report would have. When there was no alternative, he had to agree with the staff.
It was delayed for a total of five days before and after. During these five days, Dorgon had established a complete defensive system on the east bank of the Sancha River.
The three defensive battalions have been deployed. Each battalion has three Niulu soldiers and ten tiger artillery captured from the Ming army.
The lower reaches of the Sancha River, the river is very wide and the river is several people deep. It is very difficult to build a pontoon bridge. Dorgon’s defensive focus is still in the upper and middle reaches. He himself stationed in Haizhou City, mainly watching over the middle and upper reaches. Two defensive camps.
Where there is no defensive space for the big camp, Dorgon is also equipped with a large number of rangers.
Yuan Chonghuan sent soldiers long ago to find a suitable crossing point on the west bank of Sancha River. The soldiers recommended three to him, one each in the upper, middle and lower reaches. The crossing point in the lower reaches of the river, although the river is wide, but the water flow is slow. The terrain is also very flat, very suitable for the army to cross the river.
This crossing point is just east of Sanchahe Fort, where the pontoon bridge was destroyed by the Ming army's blooming bomb.
Yuan Chonghuan considered repeatedly and decided to cross the river downstream.
In order to confuse Dorgon, he built pontoon bridges from three locations at the same time. At night, all lights are forbidden at the downstream crossing points, while the upstream and middle crossing points are brightly lit, illuminating the vicinity as if it is daylight.
If Dorgon was on the opposite bank, he would definitely find that the lights on the West Bank were faintly shaking. Obviously, many soldiers were carrying the materials for building the pontoons overnight, and they were all night long.
The pontoon bridge extended to the opposite bank little by little. Two days later, the pontoon bridge had crossed the main channel in the middle.
Dorgon has been thinking about whether the Ming army really crossed the river from the upper and middle reaches at the same time, or was it casting smoke bombs? The Han people are cunning and must be careful.
For two consecutive nights, the Ming army used to build pontoon bridges from the upper and middle reaches. Dorgon couldn’t sit still. He called two Niu Lus from the No. 3 Big Tent in the downstream and added them to the No. 1 Big Tent and the middle respectively. In the No. 2 tent, he also drew five tigers to the No. 2 tent.
However, in order to prevent accidents, Dorgon still left a cattle record and five tiger cannons on the third tent, and at the same time, the number of riders sent to the third tent did not decrease at all.
The pontoon is very close to the east bank. Although there is a lot of mist on the water, you can still see the pontoon from the east bank.
"The Ming army really wants to cross the river upstream!"
"The Ming army really wants to swim across the river!"
Jia La Erzhen of No. 1 and No. 2 tents discovered the floating bridge of the Ming army almost at the same time.
They couldn't help but say that focusing on the tiger's cannon and aiming at the pontoon was a bombardment.
Under the impact of the huge momentum of the solid bomb, the rope that bound the wood was broken, and the first few pieces of wood drifted downstream along with the flowing water.
Several soldiers of the Ming Army who were building the pontoon also fell into the water. The upstream and middle reaches of the Sancha River were relatively rapid. Once the soldiers fell into the water, they were quickly washed away by the river. Soldiers with particularly good luck could hug the rest. The floating bridge, or a piece of drifting wood, there is still a little hope of escape.
The soldiers were furious, but the Jurchen soldiers were on the opposite bank, and they couldn't get there at all. Although the Ming army had artillery with a longer range, the artillery was too heavy and could not get on the pontoon at all until the pontoon was fully built.
The soldiers could only watch the tiger cannons of Jian slaves looting them, "If the pontoon is built, look at our bombs, then you will be saved without burial."
However, the pontoon has not been set up yet, and the Ming army is just full of hope.
"Toot... Toot..." The bronze horn of the Ming army rang, which was a signal to retreat.
The soldiers left the pontoon and returned to the shore.
The soldiers of the Ming army were not seen, and the tiger cannon on the other side stopped firing.
When the Ming army got on the pontoon bridge, the tiger cannon would sound again until the Ming army completely withdrew from the pontoon bridge.
The two sides are like cats and mice, playing a game of life and death on the Sancha River.
The Jurchens are cats. They take the initiative and may send a few solid bullets to the Ming army at any time. The Ming army can only be a mouse. Before crossing the river, they are destined to be bullied.
The two sides held a stalemate for most of the day, until the sky was approaching dusk, and the Ming army left the pontoon and did not come up again.
After repelling the Ming army and guarding the No. 1 big tent, Jiala Erzhen Uliwa looked very excited. He wiped off his hard beard: "Prepare more solid bullets. The Ming army may come to build a pontoon at night."
"Uh really, the solid bullet is almost running out."